We are a match made in Heaven. I love him with a love that is all consuming and would give my life to save his. He's done some nasties on me (poop, vomit, pee etc) but I'm yet to be disgusted by them. He's grabbed me by my skin, tugged at my hair, hit and punched me and even bitten me, but it's all been with love. He has me carrying him everywhere, cleaning after him, rocking him to sleep.... some say I've created a rod for my back (or something to that effect), but I don't care.
He is my attached baby. Carried, rocked and worn. I live for him and pray my parenting choices bring forth a man full of respect for all, that is valuable to the community to which he is a part of, wherever in the world that will be.
I'm in love with the little person that he is right now. I pray everyday as I see him gradually change, that I stay in love with the grown person he will become. Molding him is the most important work I will ever do in my whole life. My prayer is that The Universe grant me the wisdom to do it right. It is an overwhelming prospect, but women have done it since the beginning of time. I can do it too.
And there are my random thoughts, written down this morning whilst still in bed, feeding, cuddling and gazing at my sleepy boy. Motherhood is so special. I intend to enjoy it fully so I don't look back one day and say, " I wish I had...."
Bright blessings to all, and a Happy Mothering Sunday to all the mamas celebrating motherhood today all over the world.
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